[While some of those weren't horrible they still weren't... ideal. Oh what to do?]
How about we sleep on it? Selecting a name shouldn't be taken lightly. You changed your name cause it didn't suit you, right? I want the best for our child as I'm sure you do. So, let's both make lists and go over them together. We both have veto power over the other if we're not satisfied with one. I want us to both agree. Sound fair?
I would looooove if the kiddo had a name that matched my Loonie Toonie too. I am gonna have so many ideas.
[Kids...... kids.....!!!]
Oh, fuck, yeah I gotta ask Loonie if she wants to take care of the apartment for a while and I gotta ask her what she thinks. And I gotta pack some shit.
That sounds lovely. We have plenty of time to brainstorm about the perfect name.
[Stolas could help to let his excitement show a little on his face.]
I'll be here when you're ready. In the meantime... I need to break the news to Via as well... [Stolas leans over to plant a kiss on his forehead] See you soon?
[He's admittedly a little nervous that Loona might feel like she's going to be replaced... he wants to talk to her to make sure she knows he's always thinking of having her as part of this family and can't imagine it without her.
Fingers crossed it goes well.]
Just. Holy shit. I'm gonna lose my shit and tell everyone.
[The next week blew past so fast! And true to his word, Blitzø was there every step of the way. When he wasn't called out to work for a job, the imp made his presence felt filling the empty halls of the palace. It never felt more lively when Stella was still there with her parties.... With each passing day, the bump in his belly grow and so did Blitzø's affections. How Stolas loved their quiet evenings as they were settling into bed with him reading a book while Blitzø's face pressed up against the baby bump whispering to it softly until sleep over took them.
It had been two full weeks after Stolas broke the news to Blitzø and he was in the nursery making some final touches when there came a sharp pain in his gut. The pain slowly faded away and he tried to shake it off. He had been having them more and more recently but this time it felt different. And sure enough the pain stabbed at him again. Oh no, this was not a drill!
Summoning his phone to his hands he quickly sent a text to Blitzø.]
[Getting out of that sticky situation just takes a minute, he can't just portal into the palace with gunfire going everywhere!!
Cutting it close, about fifteen minutes later, there's the sound of a voice and racing steps down the hall.]
I'm here I'm here I'mhereI'mhereI'mhereI'mhereI'm here!!
[He practically kicks the door in, stumbling into the room - he'd gotten a portal into the bedroom and had to find the birthing room in one of the huge ass halls but HE MADE IT. Disregard any tears in his coat from nearly getting shot.]
[Blitzø was greeted by a ramish-sheep demon at the door since the other parent-to-be was a little preoccupied. He could hear him before he saw him, the room echoing with a long painful squawk.]
You're doing good sire. Breathe.
[Legs strung up, the goetia was laying in a smaller white sheet bed with a succubus between his thighs giving him little words of encouragement. Stolas still had a death grip on the mental hand rails even after the contraction passed, his feathers all messy with sweat. One poor butter imp was trying their best to dab it away with silent panic in their eyes as they kept darting down to the sheet covering the owls waist and knees. Who said laying an egg was easy? Stolas looked completely drained, painting and hooting softly, eyes clutched tight.]
[Running in, Blitzø found his spot next to Stolas, trying to smile in encouragement. He's really, really glad he said he wanted in on this because this looks like hell already.]
Hey, feather butt, got a nice pristine imp hand just ready for you to break all the fingers on for emotional support.
[He doesn't touch Stolas yet, he doesn't know if that was welcome at all.]
[It dawned on the exhausted bird that Blitzø had arrived when he came strolling up to his bedside. Stolas rolled his head over to fave him, giving him a happy yet tired smile.]
You made it...
[Stolas peeled his tense hand from the bar he was desperately trying to strangle and held it out for Blitzø to take.]
I'll be glad when this is all over. It feels like I'm trying to pass a bowling ball out of my cloacaaaaawww!!
[The contractions started anew, squeezing out a crow from the over grown bird. While Stolas might not be known for his physical strength, Blitzø still might be regretting his decision to hold the owl's hand as he clenched down on the imp's claws trying to make good on the hand breaking. The labor pains were getting stronger and closer together. Surely he was close, right? He didn't know how much more he had in the tank.]
Good, good, that was a great push. I can see the egg coming. You're almost there, sire.
[Stolas' body unclenched as the pain washed away, and he flopped back again, breathless.]
Oh Satan... How much more? I want my old body back.
[YEEEEOOWCH-- Blitzø came in knowing he might get some fingers broken, so he was ready for it, but still OOF. He reached with his free hand to pet at Stolas' head in what he hoped was encouraging.]
Bowling ball probably isn't far off. You're so fucking cool for this, Stolas. Parents like you are so fucking tough.
[There was a twinkle in the owl’s tired eyes, sparking a brief burst of a second wind under his wings. Which couldn't have come at a better time. For the last time, the goetia was rocked by nerve buzzing pain as the life inside him wanted to erupt out. Plop. With one might push the egg was freed, feeling as if a large cork finally popped off a champagne bottle. Stolas’ legs quivered, completely worn-out from this nearly 30 minute procedure. Exhausted, he collapsed into the pillows, loosely still holding onto Blitzø’s hand.
The succubus whisked the egg away for a moment, cleaning it off and doing some routine measurements before popping up with precious cargo swaddled with great care.]
Congratulations. It a healthy 6 pounds and 7 ounces. Would you like to hold it?
[While the succubus carried off their egg, Blitzø was overcome with awe, stuck in the motions of holding Stolas' hand and petting him for reassurance. And when that egg was brought over to them...]
Holy shit. Yes, yes, that's so big, holy fuck.
[NO WONDER IT WAS ROUGH. He carefully wrapped his arms around the bundled egg, coiling his tail under to make triply sure it wouldn't fall. There might be a baby in here, holy fuck, he hoped so after Stolas had to do all that.]
You were fucking incredible, Stolas. Look at this!
[Stolas chuckled softly to himself, knowing full well that he looked like sweat wet garbage, but her appreciated the gesture. The medical staff quietly went about their business, cleaning up and tending to the prince's aftercare from delivery, making sure everything was on the up and up, not paying the two of them much mind. Stolas was paying for their privacy after all. Turning his head to watch Blitzø holding their little miracle made this whole ordeal worth it.]
I can't believe that was just inside me. It quite a bit bigger than Via's egg and Stella had her. [Stolas muses.] You're in safe hands little one. I hope you don't keep us waiting for too long.
[You didn't need to tell him twice. As soon as Blitzø leaned in Stolas just scooped up the imp, pulling him straight into the covers woth him and th egg to get a proper cuddle going on. Hot and drenched in sweat, he rested his cheek on Blitzø’s horns.]
The earliest would be 5 days from now if we keep it nice and warm. However by day 8 of incubation, if there is something inside we will without a doubt notice a change. [Stolas snorts a bit.] If we end up having to do this again, I'm only going to change my lower half. I don't want to be stuck like this again for weeks on end.
Hm... You have a fair point, Blitz. I think giving my cloaca a rest would be a wonderful idea. Besides... I have always wondered what having a penis would be like.
[Stolas teases Blitzø, giving him a small nudge.]
Are you sure you could handle something like this? The egg is almost as big as your torso. I dare say you might split in two.
[There was more quiet hoots before silence fell upon them. Slowly the smile faded on the bird's face, placing a hand over the imp's that rested on their egg.]
.... Blitz..... I really want you to seriously consider moving in. Not just for a week or a month or until the egg hatches... A more... permanent situation. We've... started a family. Shouldn't we live like one? [A pause.] You don't need to reply right away. Please, give it some thought.
[He laughed at that, nudging back a little, very ginger and gentle with Stolas for once.]
Who says it's definitely gonna be an egg comin' outta me, if I get an imp uterus it's probably gonna be a wiggly thing. Then it'll be extra funny and gross coming out.
[He does swallow a bit at the serious question, though. After a bit of silence and dodging Stolas' gaze...]
I-- I was. I probably was gonna. Just, didn't say it yet.
[He always has such a hard time being honest, but if you can pin him in person, he will either give up the truth or be defensive and nasty - but here, cuddling his new baby (egg), with Stolas... well, he couldn't even muster the nastiness even if he wanted.]
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[He gives Stolas a few playful pokes in the arms.]
How about Dijon? Riot? Denim?
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How about we sleep on it? Selecting a name shouldn't be taken lightly. You changed your name cause it didn't suit you, right? I want the best for our child as I'm sure you do. So, let's both make lists and go over them together. We both have veto power over the other if we're not satisfied with one. I want us to both agree. Sound fair?
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If I can't spell our kid's name then that's an automatic veto.
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I was the one that chose Octavia and it's a perfectly fine name.
[Coughs.]
But don't worry about the spelling. I can help with that if need be. Come with your ideas, alright?
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[Kids...... kids.....!!!]
Oh, fuck, yeah I gotta ask Loonie if she wants to take care of the apartment for a while and I gotta ask her what she thinks. And I gotta pack some shit.
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[Stolas could help to let his excitement show a little on his face.]
I'll be here when you're ready. In the meantime... I need to break the news to Via as well... [Stolas leans over to plant a kiss on his forehead] See you soon?
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[He's admittedly a little nervous that Loona might feel like she's going to be replaced... he wants to talk to her to make sure she knows he's always thinking of having her as part of this family and can't imagine it without her.
Fingers crossed it goes well.]
Just. Holy shit. I'm gonna lose my shit and tell everyone.
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It had been two full weeks after Stolas broke the news to Blitzø and he was in the nursery making some final touches when there came a sharp pain in his gut. The pain slowly faded away and he tried to shake it off. He had been having them more and more recently but this time it felt different. And sure enough the pain stabbed at him again. Oh no, this was not a drill!
Summoning his phone to his hands he quickly sent a text to Blitzø.]
ITS HAPPENING 🥚
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He and Moxxie and Millie were in the middle of a shootout with the motherfucking target.]
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Shit shit shit, Moxx, the egg's coming, fuck, why didn't I bring my grenades??
[Moxxie does not do better with that level of anxiety being shoveled onto him, but Millie definitely squeals.]
hurrying
how long?
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Not to rush you Darling but my midwife says it won't be long. Maybe 30 minutes?
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Cutting it close, about fifteen minutes later, there's the sound of a voice and racing steps down the hall.]
I'm here I'm here I'mhereI'mhereI'mhereI'mhereI'm here!!
[He practically kicks the door in, stumbling into the room - he'd gotten a portal into the bedroom and had to find the birthing room in one of the huge ass halls but HE MADE IT. Disregard any tears in his coat from nearly getting shot.]
Fuh, fuck! I didn't miss it, right?
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[Blitzø was greeted by a ramish-sheep demon at the door since the other parent-to-be was a little preoccupied. He could hear him before he saw him, the room echoing with a long painful squawk.]
You're doing good sire. Breathe.
[Legs strung up, the goetia was laying in a smaller white sheet bed with a succubus between his thighs giving him little words of encouragement. Stolas still had a death grip on the mental hand rails even after the contraction passed, his feathers all messy with sweat. One poor butter imp was trying their best to dab it away with silent panic in their eyes as they kept darting down to the sheet covering the owls waist and knees. Who said laying an egg was easy? Stolas looked completely drained, painting and hooting softly, eyes clutched tight.]
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Hey, feather butt, got a nice pristine imp hand just ready for you to break all the fingers on for emotional support.
[He doesn't touch Stolas yet, he doesn't know if that was welcome at all.]
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You made it...
[Stolas peeled his tense hand from the bar he was desperately trying to strangle and held it out for Blitzø to take.]
... How was work? Everything alright?
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[He'll take that hand, giving it a squeeze!]
I heard you're already kicking ass here too.
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[The contractions started anew, squeezing out a crow from the over grown bird. While Stolas might not be known for his physical strength, Blitzø still might be regretting his decision to hold the owl's hand as he clenched down on the imp's claws trying to make good on the hand breaking. The labor pains were getting stronger and closer together. Surely he was close, right? He didn't know how much more he had in the tank.]
Good, good, that was a great push. I can see the egg coming. You're almost there, sire.
[Stolas' body unclenched as the pain washed away, and he flopped back again, breathless.]
Oh Satan... How much more? I want my old body back.
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Bowling ball probably isn't far off. You're so fucking cool for this, Stolas. Parents like you are so fucking tough.
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[There was a twinkle in the owl’s tired eyes, sparking a brief burst of a second wind under his wings. Which couldn't have come at a better time. For the last time, the goetia was rocked by nerve buzzing pain as the life inside him wanted to erupt out. Plop. With one might push the egg was freed, feeling as if a large cork finally popped off a champagne bottle. Stolas’ legs quivered, completely worn-out from this nearly 30 minute procedure. Exhausted, he collapsed into the pillows, loosely still holding onto Blitzø’s hand.
The succubus whisked the egg away for a moment, cleaning it off and doing some routine measurements before popping up with precious cargo swaddled with great care.]
Congratulations. It a healthy 6 pounds and 7 ounces. Would you like to hold it?
[The midwife looking Blitzø’s way.]
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Holy shit. Yes, yes, that's so big, holy fuck.
[NO WONDER IT WAS ROUGH. He carefully wrapped his arms around the bundled egg, coiling his tail under to make triply sure it wouldn't fall. There might be a baby in here, holy fuck, he hoped so after Stolas had to do all that.]
You were fucking incredible, Stolas. Look at this!
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I can't believe that was just inside me. It quite a bit bigger than Via's egg and Stella had her. [Stolas muses.] You're in safe hands little one. I hope you don't keep us waiting for too long.
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[Blitzø laughs a little breathlessly, smooching the eggshell and leaning over the bed so Stolas could cuddle with it too.]
When do we know if there's a kiddo in there?
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The earliest would be 5 days from now if we keep it nice and warm. However by day 8 of incubation, if there is something inside we will without a doubt notice a change. [Stolas snorts a bit.] If we end up having to do this again, I'm only going to change my lower half. I don't want to be stuck like this again for weeks on end.
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Turnabout's fair play, we could take turns trying cause that's more fair. I'm a tough enough bitch I think.
But lookin' at how big this fucker is, I know we got it. This little squirt's gonna be the best.
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[Stolas teases Blitzø, giving him a small nudge.]
Are you sure you could handle something like this? The egg is almost as big as your torso. I dare say you might split in two.
[There was more quiet hoots before silence fell upon them. Slowly the smile faded on the bird's face, placing a hand over the imp's that rested on their egg.]
.... Blitz..... I really want you to seriously consider moving in. Not just for a week or a month or until the egg hatches... A more... permanent situation. We've... started a family. Shouldn't we live like one? [A pause.] You don't need to reply right away. Please, give it some thought.
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Who says it's definitely gonna be an egg comin' outta me, if I get an imp uterus it's probably gonna be a wiggly thing. Then it'll be extra funny and gross coming out.
[He does swallow a bit at the serious question, though. After a bit of silence and dodging Stolas' gaze...]
I-- I was. I probably was gonna. Just, didn't say it yet.
[He always has such a hard time being honest, but if you can pin him in person, he will either give up the truth or be defensive and nasty - but here, cuddling his new baby (egg), with Stolas... well, he couldn't even muster the nastiness even if he wanted.]
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